Crazy big news!

A month or so ago, I was piddling away evening hours on Facebook when something caught my eye in a big way—Urbanspoon, the leading online local restaurant guide (and a resource I use religiously), was seeking bloggers for the official Urbanspoon blog. What! A crazy excitement washed over me, and with blazing eyes and a butterfly filled belly I began furiously typing an application letter. I introduced myself and my blog and my deep passion for carbohydrates. I wrote about my love of Urbanspoon and how I am both a long-time user and contributor on the site. I flaunted my Urbanspoon Prime status, and even though I couldn’t visually emphasize that elite status with sprightly jazz fingers, the page was sparkly enough to imply them.

That was the easy part.

Then the hysteria began to diminish and the self-doubt speak started flowing. Was anyone even going to look at this thing? There had to be thousands of applicants… What am I doing? My shoulders hunched, but I trudged onward and began to plead. If selected, I promised not only homemade chocolate chip cookies but also a 5-course Italian dinner, complete with my famous tomato basil bruschetta and Amazeball’s meatballs (of course, famous here is used in relative terms). I sat and stared at the blinking cursor on the screen. It didn’t seem like enough–it wasn’t enough. I had no choice but to level with them, so I wrote “If given the opportunity to be a blogger for Urbanspoon, I’d probably poop my pants (in a good way, if that’s possible).”

Then I emailed it off, poop reference and all.

Days passed.

Weeks passed.

And one random day I got a ltitle email…

And holy hell THEY PICKED ME!!!! I’m officially one of seven new Urbanspoon bloggers!

I hope they don’t expect me to follow through with the whole poo thing…

AWESOME!!! And another good thing is that anyone who responds positively to such a query letter (rather than to the “proper” verbiage of the typical query letter) must be cool to work for! Congratulations, Mare!